Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 260

A sleek Mercedes screeched to a halt behind them. Before Devin could hear the rest of the conversation, he was already on his way over.

Joy jumped out of the driver’s seat, sporting a cheeky grin that screamed, “Gotcha, didn’t I?” She squinted her eyes and chuckled, “Hello there, my admirer.”

Devin almost choked on his own words, gnashing his teeth, “Leanne, didn’t we agree you

wouldn’t tell her?”

“I can’t betray my friend for you,” Leanne stated, her priorities clear. “I had to ask if she was even interested first.”

Why wouldn’t Joy be interested? She’d love nothing more than to buy a billboard in downtown Stonebridge to announce that Devin, the rascal, was utterly smitten with her.

Strutting with an exaggerated swagger, Joy teased, “Come on then, let’s see how you plan to woo me today.”

Gritting his teeth, Devin muttered under his breath, “Woo you? I’ll woo you to death.”

He held his temper, turning to assist Leanne with the grace of a courtier attending to the queen, “Leanne, watch your step, there’s a stain.”

The onlookers at the entrance were speechless.

Leanne, feeling overly pampered, withdrew her arm, “I’m not a baby. Stop fussing over

me.”

crowd, a mix of locals and those who’d ventured abroad or traveled extensively, found Devin’s solicitous behavior towards her baffling.

as clueless about the situation, only aware of one

they greeted her with, “Hello, Mrs. Richardson.”

suit in greeting

a drama where

to correct them but caught

a forced smile upon meeting Leanne’s

couldn’t even muster a

turned awkward as everyone glanced around, unsure

years ago, they were puzzled

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that the two women were together.

inside,” Devin called out.

adorned with floral decorations that added a romantic touch, though it lacked any birthday-related decor.

best seat

seat, where a spread of fried

was confused, thinking this setup was for Joy, wondering why she wasn’t seated in the place of honor.

as she popped an iced cola, scoffing, “Really? Your master plan to win me

like it, feel free to leave.”